Rebecca Nicholls is a London-based global entrepreneur, and investor in humanity. Rebecca supports a world where we can all live harmoniously sharing knowledge, helping, supporting and loving each other. A humanitarian and an activist, she is passionate about serving others. She writes a blog on her website and posts regularly on her Instagram account. She is a success coach for other female entrepreneurs and is fully supportive of empowering women.
I was driven off the road by an vicious man in a truck who’d given me hell with a fist shake and a honking horn for the whole block to witness. It was because I had attempted to turn right on a red light, but apparently my understanding of what I thought was a universal road rule did not apply to this particular intersection. It was a muddling and bewildering experience, and so I rattled off onto the next exit into a strip mall of sorts. I was gratified and relieved to see there was a Starbucks in the vicinity, like a beacon in a storm. I would hide out here, with a coffee, until I’d collected my wits.
I met Ruza online. Among a few goofy selfies was an incisive profile with details that included his height of 5’9”. Now what I’ve learned unequivocally, when it comes to a guy’s advertised height, is that I can usually apply the same formula used for reading between the lines of their sexual history to find the truth. According to Urban Dictionary: Men’s “said” partners / 3 = real #. So a height of 5’9”, utilizing this same “rule of three,” is realistically more like 5’6″.
I was growing tired of being the pursuer. It was becoming my opinion that there was an underlying sense of vulnerability, in the beginning stages of a relationship, with a man I initially approached. So, I decided to opt for unyielding independence until pursued. This took much longer than expected, proving to be a painful reality check for my intrepid, carefree ego.
Given my natural inclination to get into situations I can write about later, I have always been open to saying “yes” to any opportunity that happened to peak my curiosity. In this case, I had recently written an article on a young comedian in town, by the name of Haun, for a weekly entertainment paper. I’d not seen him perform before the interview, but I worked with a comedian who was always making me laugh and he’d suggested the story. I trusted his instincts.